10 May 2008

Mr. Poochie

Saw an old dog today.
His eyes did not look good,
his legs could barely carry him,
there were lumps all over his body
and he smelled bad.
He was a dog I could relate with.
I said, "Hello there Mr. Poochie,"
and scratched the top of his grey head.
He kept on walking,
he did not want to fall any further behind.

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